I parted my lips to speak, but Jennifer beat me to it.

“Ethan,” she sighed softly, walking up to him as her hands rested on his chest.

I watched as he flinched slightly, but yet he did not pull away.

“I came to see how grandfather was doing,” she whispered—her eyes moved to the old master, and then back to Ethan’s gaze trying to read his expression.

“I miss hearing his voice so much,” she muttered, and I struggled not to ...